Mom and Dad by Jim Stanley
Mom and Dad
My name is Dan. It’s not every son that gets the opportunity to write about his parents’ sex life. But I’m the exception. I grew up in what might be described as a dysfunctional family in rural Wisconsin. But dysfunctionality, in many cases, is in the eyes of the beholder. I, for one, grew up in a loving family, a family that comprised a loving father and mother. Feelings of neglect never insinuated themselves into my mind. There was always a concern about my education and well-being. I respected both my parents as being insightful and helpful. When doing homework, for example, they were always there to help, both being products of educated parents. Even discipline was measured, never harsh. It was always delivered in terms of consequences rather than guilt. In those critical years, when my sexuality began to assert itself, they were always available to give counsel that was adequate and sensible, that always satisfied my endless curiosity about my body and those ever-present drives that unsettle all teens when coming into maturity. How do I know this? Often, I’d ask my peers questions about their sexuality and, most of the time, they would reply evasively, “I’d never ask my parents about that,” whether the question was simple or complex. I, on the other hand, felt comfortable asking whatever came to mind. It was this environment that opened the way to a healthy maturity in my adult years.
Segue to my late teens. Nudity was always part of my developmental environment. Both Dad and Mom felt free in manifesting their nudity in front of me. There was, in addition, the tacit assumption that, if I wanted to walk around in the nude, it was OK. And, indeed, I did, without ever sensing shame in my expression of self in this manner. Curiosity, of course, continued unabated. My father’s cock, for example, seemed inordinately large. I guessed its measure to be around nine inches. It was uncut, as well, a term that was unfamiliar to me at that time. Instead I privately referenced it as being covered but attractive, hiding the large bulbous head that lay hidden under an abundant foreskin. The background for his large 9-inch cock was his large low hanging balls that swung in tandem as he walked, that I associated, amusingly, to Big Ben. His buttocks intrigued me as well. At 75, he was a stocky man, weighing in at 200 pounds, standing at 5’8”. When he stooped to pick up something on the floor, his massive balls seemed even more enormous. I often wondered at the immensity of the ejaculate stored in each testicle awaiting its disgorgement through the head of his large cock. I was even more mesmerized by the size of his asshole when he stood in this position, wondering, even lusting over what lay behind the inviting sphincter muscle that seemed to wink in my presence. The lust that these positions evoked in me led to explorations of my own on my cock and asshole. In the quiet of my bedroom, I would often lay naked, cock in hand probing my asshole with a variety of instruments, most of which were in the form of vegetables: cucumbers, acorn squash, zucchini, bananas. These probings heightened my orgasms, especially when I coupled these activities with images of my father massaging his cock and, at the same time, probing his enormous asshole with his fingers. Occasionally I witnessed these highly provocative sexual moments through a partially opened bedroom door as he masturbated and climaxed ecstatically, spewing his generous milky spunk all over his stomach and chest, sometimes as far up as his chin and mouth. It was much later into my maturity that I realized that my parents’ sexuality extended to a variety of exercises. Once, when I was home alone, both my parents away, I searched their bedroom and found a bottom dresser drawer, filled with an assortment of play dildoes. At another time, I witnessed my mother wearing a large dildoe, fucking my father as he knelt on the edge of the bed. This episode led to extended sexual behavior, foreplay of sorts. When I witnessed these behaviors, it usually ended with my father fucking my mother with his large 9 inch cock, alternating between her cunt and her asshole. It was at these times that I could witness the beauty of her lovely body and hot cunt. As he penetrated her, the deep and shallow thrusts of his cock enhanced the vulva, wet with her vaginal juices, to which both would turn to over and over again with their hands and fingers and taste.
The image of my naked mother burned itself into my sense memory. Walking around the house naked, she oozed sensuality. Frontally, her graying hair accented her sculpted face. Her blue eyes stood out, revealing a sensuality that complemented the subtle rise of her cheekbones and the tantalizing dimple that shone on an ever-smiling face. One’s eyes moved lustingly to her long tubular breasts that dangled and swayed tantalizingly with each step she took. A pronounced navel pointed to her elongated vulva, encased in a forest of graying hair through which shone tinges of pink that emanated from within her vagina. From the rear, a fulsome set of cheeks accented her buttocks that cried out for tender loving and kisses. If she were bent over at this point, a lovely asshole punctuated the tip of her vulva revealing other ecstasies that lay behind the smooth lines of her sphincter. Finally, one’s eyes moved to her fine elongated feet that increased the sexual yearning that manifested itself in this completeness.
There were other scenarios. Mom’s wardrobe was varied. She often donned onion colored nylons with a garter belt as well as high heels and pearl necklaces in her sexual orgies. I still remember her lying on her back, legs high, accented by red spiked high heeled shoes, my Dad’s cock diving deep into her hot cunt as she screamed her passion with a torrent of words expressing her joy, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Over the years, there were many scenes played out in Herman and Eunice’s sexual adventures. One that I especially cherish was the day that I met Stan, an older, 86 year old that my parents grew fond of. They met Stan at one of their many gatherings of friends and invited him to dinner. That same fondness that attracted my parents to Stan was shared by me in that first handshake and embrace of this first meeting. After a sumptuous dinner and drinks, we repaired to the living room for conversation over aperitifs. I sensed that the conversation was driven by their personal interactions and excused myself. Over many plaints of protest of my leaving and a loving embrace from Stan, I ventured to my room, taking with me the warmth of that second embrace from Stan, an embrace that was tender and lustful, lustful to the point of sexual arousal, my cock rising hard at this embrace.
As the evening wore on, things grew quiet in the living room. Interestingly, my cock reacted to the silence with semi-arousal. Barefooted, I descended the stairs. The living room was empty. Muffled sounds, however, emanated from a large guest bedroom just off the living room, toward which I tiptoed. I crept close to the opened door and peered in. To my complete surprise, I witnessed a jumble of naked bodies positioned in a variety of sexual postures. My eyes moved to the center of the bed where my mother lay on her back, legs raised, Stan’s hard cock deep into her hot cunt. The muffled sounds became words now. Stan’s low moans groaned, “Eunice, baby, this is so good.”
I took in Stan’s body as he drove his hard cock into Mom. His gray hair topped a gentle face that pointed to a slight paunch accented by 6 inch fat cock. From the rear, the pucker of his asshole dominated and invited the onlooker to further delights.
Dad echoed Stan with guttural moans of his own as he knelt behind Stan, his tongue diving deep into Stan’s asshole as his cock pumped into Eunice’s cunt. The moans and groans became a jumble of ecstatic voices, Eunice adding, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Stan,” ebbing off to whispers,” Hard, hard, harder baby….”
It was Dad who first sensed my presence outside the bedroom door. He uttered a weak, “Come in Dan,” ending in a shout, “Come in Dan. Join the party.”
Naked and hard, I entered the bedroom, took the place of Dad sucking Stan’s asshole, and drove my hard wet cock into Stan’s ass as he pumped his hot cock into Eunice’s hot dripping cunt. This synchronous fuck continued as Dad drove his bulbous tongue into my hot asshole as my cock drove deeper and deeper into Stan’s hot asshole. It seemed like an eternity of bliss. My cock screamed its passion into Stan’s hot asshole, the hot cum pumping deep into Stan, its excess dripping into Dad’s awaiting mouth, his head positioned just beneath the juncture of my cock and Stan’s puckered ass.
The sexual passion spilled over to Stan and Eunice as Stan came forcefully into Eunice’s hot cunt as she orgasmed simultaneously and screamed, “Oh Baby! Oh Baby! “Oh..Oh..Oh..Oh Baabbbyy.” Eunice’s moans became a jumble as Dad moved his hot dripping cock into Eunice’s mouth, moaning ecstatically, “Take it baby, take it!”
Silence and soft breathing dominated this naked visage of bodies now. We dozed in peace with the world.
Stan’s Story
This was to be one of my lucky days. Eunice called. Her husband, Herman, was out of town and, judging from the tone of her voice, in dire need of a hot loving. Her husband’s presence would have added another dimension. Unfortunately, he was away. But her mention of her son Dan being at home was a pleasant surprise and I looked forward to his presence in our lovemaking as he brought to it a voyeuristic dimension, often hiding in the darkened corners of the bedroom, naked, massaging a hard dripping cock, awaiting the moment for reappearance to suck his mother’s hot cunt in one of the many explosive episodes of lovemaking that would occur at this loving tryst or any loving tryst for that matter.
Arriving at Eunice’s was another highlight of our lovemaking. And as expected, she set the scene perfectly. The door was always slightly ajar as if to signal expectations of unimaginable delights. And I wasn’t disappointed. She lay sparsely clothed on the living room sofa, dressed in nylons stretched tightly by a garter belt, accented with her favorite red high-heeled shoes, her legs spread wide revealing her hot cunt wet with the juices of her passionate foreplay as she awaited my arrival. Stepping out of my sandals onto the sofa, I offered my hidden but throbbing cock to Eunice’s hands and mouth as she tenderly unzipped the fly to reveal the passionate drippings of my cock, sucking it dry. A new expectation arose.
“Piss in my hot cunt, dear Stan,” she moaned.
Now naked, I knelt between Eunice’s outstretched legs as she extended them toward the sofa’s edge, comfortably lying over my naked thighs, allowing my hard cock to penetrate deeply her pulsing vagina. It entered slowly, enjoying that inner warmth that comes from passion and desire, a slow-motion penetration awaiting the bladder to pulse a release of the hot urine that Eunice craved so passionately. The welling-up began slowly, creating a pleasurable pressure on the prostate and the sphincter muscle of my asshole, reaching a point of climax.
“Here it comes sweetheart,” I whispered.
The hot piss poured into her hot cunt. She cried aloud, “Oh Stan, honey. What a delightful feeling. Give it all to me so that I can savor its warmth, your passion, your love. Piss in me hard Stan. Let me feel the warmth of your hot piss, as it bathes and cleanses my hot cunt.”
My bladder throbbed with passion as it filled Eunice.
“Savor my hot piss a moment or two, sweet Eunice,” I moaned. “Then sit on my face and disgorge my hot piss into my mouth and shower me with my sweet urine.”
Prostrating myself on the toweled floor at the foot of the sofa, Eunice knelt over my face in a 69 position readying herself for that moment of release, simultaneously sucking my hard cock as it presented itself to her hot mouth. And there was more. At the moment of release, Eunice’s son, Dan, appeared from a recess of the bedroom, naked, hard, passionate. Everything happened at once. The hot urine poured from Eunice’s engorged cunt into my mouth, onto my face as Dan savored the hot piss as it expelled itself onto my passion filled body, taking care to enjoy the acrid sweetness of the urine as it bathed my lusting body. Dan’s mouth and tongue enveloped his mother’s hot piss-saturated cunt, searching out the sweet crevices of her cunt and her asshole as it presented itself to Dan’s loving mouth.
“Jesus, god,” he cried as he entered the fray, his cock throbbing uncontrollably, seeking the outlet Eunice desired. His cock sought out the only orifice available, Eunice’s hot and inviting asshole.
“Take it baby. Take it. It’s all yours,” he cried, as his hot sperm filled his mother with the love juices of his cock.
Our three bodies united in love, now separated, as Dan continued his attentions with his mouth and tongue, sucking Eunice’s and my body of the golden urine that soaked us both.
My name is Dan. It’s not every son that gets the opportunity to write about his parents’ sex life. But I’m the exception. I grew up in what might be described as a dysfunctional family in rural Wisconsin. But dysfunctionality, in many cases, is in the eyes of the beholder. I, for one, grew up in a loving family, a family that comprised a loving father and mother. Feelings of neglect never insinuated themselves into my mind. There was always a concern about my education and well-being. I respected both my parents as being insightful and helpful. When doing homework, for example, they were always there to help, both being products of educated parents. Even discipline was measured, never harsh. It was always delivered in terms of consequences rather than guilt. In those critical years, when my sexuality began to assert itself, they were always available to give counsel that was adequate and sensible, that always satisfied my endless curiosity about my body and those ever-present drives that unsettle all teens when coming into maturity. How do I know this? Often, I’d ask my peers questions about their sexuality and, most of the time, they would reply evasively, “I’d never ask my parents about that,” whether the question was simple or complex. I, on the other hand, felt comfortable asking whatever came to mind. It was this environment that opened the way to a healthy maturity in my adult years.
Segue to my late teens. Nudity was always part of my developmental environment. Both Dad and Mom felt free in manifesting their nudity in front of me. There was, in addition, the tacit assumption that, if I wanted to walk around in the nude, it was OK. And, indeed, I did, without ever sensing shame in my expression of self in this manner. Curiosity, of course, continued unabated. My father’s cock, for example, seemed inordinately large. I guessed its measure to be around nine inches. It was uncut, as well, a term that was unfamiliar to me at that time. Instead I privately referenced it as being covered but attractive, hiding the large bulbous head that lay hidden under an abundant foreskin. The background for his large 9-inch cock was his large low hanging balls that swung in tandem as he walked, that I associated, amusingly, to Big Ben. His buttocks intrigued me as well. At 75, he was a stocky man, weighing in at 200 pounds, standing at 5’8”. When he stooped to pick up something on the floor, his massive balls seemed even more enormous. I often wondered at the immensity of the ejaculate stored in each testicle awaiting its disgorgement through the head of his large cock. I was even more mesmerized by the size of his asshole when he stood in this position, wondering, even lusting over what lay behind the inviting sphincter muscle that seemed to wink in my presence. The lust that these positions evoked in me led to explorations of my own on my cock and asshole. In the quiet of my bedroom, I would often lay naked, cock in hand probing my asshole with a variety of instruments, most of which were in the form of vegetables: cucumbers, acorn squash, zucchini, bananas. These probings heightened my orgasms, especially when I coupled these activities with images of my father massaging his cock and, at the same time, probing his enormous asshole with his fingers. Occasionally I witnessed these highly provocative sexual moments through a partially opened bedroom door as he masturbated and climaxed ecstatically, spewing his generous milky spunk all over his stomach and chest, sometimes as far up as his chin and mouth. It was much later into my maturity that I realized that my parents’ sexuality extended to a variety of exercises. Once, when I was home alone, both my parents away, I searched their bedroom and found a bottom dresser drawer, filled with an assortment of play dildoes. At another time, I witnessed my mother wearing a large dildoe, fucking my father as he knelt on the edge of the bed. This episode led to extended sexual behavior, foreplay of sorts. When I witnessed these behaviors, it usually ended with my father fucking my mother with his large 9 inch cock, alternating between her cunt and her asshole. It was at these times that I could witness the beauty of her lovely body and hot cunt. As he penetrated her, the deep and shallow thrusts of his cock enhanced the vulva, wet with her vaginal juices, to which both would turn to over and over again with their hands and fingers and taste.
The image of my naked mother burned itself into my sense memory. Walking around the house naked, she oozed sensuality. Frontally, her graying hair accented her sculpted face. Her blue eyes stood out, revealing a sensuality that complemented the subtle rise of her cheekbones and the tantalizing dimple that shone on an ever-smiling face. One’s eyes moved lustingly to her long tubular breasts that dangled and swayed tantalizingly with each step she took. A pronounced navel pointed to her elongated vulva, encased in a forest of graying hair through which shone tinges of pink that emanated from within her vagina. From the rear, a fulsome set of cheeks accented her buttocks that cried out for tender loving and kisses. If she were bent over at this point, a lovely asshole punctuated the tip of her vulva revealing other ecstasies that lay behind the smooth lines of her sphincter. Finally, one’s eyes moved to her fine elongated feet that increased the sexual yearning that manifested itself in this completeness.
There were other scenarios. Mom’s wardrobe was varied. She often donned onion colored nylons with a garter belt as well as high heels and pearl necklaces in her sexual orgies. I still remember her lying on her back, legs high, accented by red spiked high heeled shoes, my Dad’s cock diving deep into her hot cunt as she screamed her passion with a torrent of words expressing her joy, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Over the years, there were many scenes played out in Herman and Eunice’s sexual adventures. One that I especially cherish was the day that I met Stan, an older, 86 year old that my parents grew fond of. They met Stan at one of their many gatherings of friends and invited him to dinner. That same fondness that attracted my parents to Stan was shared by me in that first handshake and embrace of this first meeting. After a sumptuous dinner and drinks, we repaired to the living room for conversation over aperitifs. I sensed that the conversation was driven by their personal interactions and excused myself. Over many plaints of protest of my leaving and a loving embrace from Stan, I ventured to my room, taking with me the warmth of that second embrace from Stan, an embrace that was tender and lustful, lustful to the point of sexual arousal, my cock rising hard at this embrace.
As the evening wore on, things grew quiet in the living room. Interestingly, my cock reacted to the silence with semi-arousal. Barefooted, I descended the stairs. The living room was empty. Muffled sounds, however, emanated from a large guest bedroom just off the living room, toward which I tiptoed. I crept close to the opened door and peered in. To my complete surprise, I witnessed a jumble of naked bodies positioned in a variety of sexual postures. My eyes moved to the center of the bed where my mother lay on her back, legs raised, Stan’s hard cock deep into her hot cunt. The muffled sounds became words now. Stan’s low moans groaned, “Eunice, baby, this is so good.”
I took in Stan’s body as he drove his hard cock into Mom. His gray hair topped a gentle face that pointed to a slight paunch accented by 6 inch fat cock. From the rear, the pucker of his asshole dominated and invited the onlooker to further delights.
Dad echoed Stan with guttural moans of his own as he knelt behind Stan, his tongue diving deep into Stan’s asshole as his cock pumped into Eunice’s cunt. The moans and groans became a jumble of ecstatic voices, Eunice adding, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Stan,” ebbing off to whispers,” Hard, hard, harder baby….”
It was Dad who first sensed my presence outside the bedroom door. He uttered a weak, “Come in Dan,” ending in a shout, “Come in Dan. Join the party.”
Naked and hard, I entered the bedroom, took the place of Dad sucking Stan’s asshole, and drove my hard wet cock into Stan’s ass as he pumped his hot cock into Eunice’s hot dripping cunt. This synchronous fuck continued as Dad drove his bulbous tongue into my hot asshole as my cock drove deeper and deeper into Stan’s hot asshole. It seemed like an eternity of bliss. My cock screamed its passion into Stan’s hot asshole, the hot cum pumping deep into Stan, its excess dripping into Dad’s awaiting mouth, his head positioned just beneath the juncture of my cock and Stan’s puckered ass.
The sexual passion spilled over to Stan and Eunice as Stan came forcefully into Eunice’s hot cunt as she orgasmed simultaneously and screamed, “Oh Baby! Oh Baby! “Oh..Oh..Oh..Oh Baabbbyy.” Eunice’s moans became a jumble as Dad moved his hot dripping cock into Eunice’s mouth, moaning ecstatically, “Take it baby, take it!”
Silence and soft breathing dominated this naked visage of bodies now. We dozed in peace with the world.
Stan’s Story
This was to be one of my lucky days. Eunice called. Her husband, Herman, was out of town and, judging from the tone of her voice, in dire need of a hot loving. Her husband’s presence would have added another dimension. Unfortunately, he was away. But her mention of her son Dan being at home was a pleasant surprise and I looked forward to his presence in our lovemaking as he brought to it a voyeuristic dimension, often hiding in the darkened corners of the bedroom, naked, massaging a hard dripping cock, awaiting the moment for reappearance to suck his mother’s hot cunt in one of the many explosive episodes of lovemaking that would occur at this loving tryst or any loving tryst for that matter.
Arriving at Eunice’s was another highlight of our lovemaking. And as expected, she set the scene perfectly. The door was always slightly ajar as if to signal expectations of unimaginable delights. And I wasn’t disappointed. She lay sparsely clothed on the living room sofa, dressed in nylons stretched tightly by a garter belt, accented with her favorite red high-heeled shoes, her legs spread wide revealing her hot cunt wet with the juices of her passionate foreplay as she awaited my arrival. Stepping out of my sandals onto the sofa, I offered my hidden but throbbing cock to Eunice’s hands and mouth as she tenderly unzipped the fly to reveal the passionate drippings of my cock, sucking it dry. A new expectation arose.
“Piss in my hot cunt, dear Stan,” she moaned.
Now naked, I knelt between Eunice’s outstretched legs as she extended them toward the sofa’s edge, comfortably lying over my naked thighs, allowing my hard cock to penetrate deeply her pulsing vagina. It entered slowly, enjoying that inner warmth that comes from passion and desire, a slow-motion penetration awaiting the bladder to pulse a release of the hot urine that Eunice craved so passionately. The welling-up began slowly, creating a pleasurable pressure on the prostate and the sphincter muscle of my asshole, reaching a point of climax.
“Here it comes sweetheart,” I whispered.
The hot piss poured into her hot cunt. She cried aloud, “Oh Stan, honey. What a delightful feeling. Give it all to me so that I can savor its warmth, your passion, your love. Piss in me hard Stan. Let me feel the warmth of your hot piss, as it bathes and cleanses my hot cunt.”
My bladder throbbed with passion as it filled Eunice.
“Savor my hot piss a moment or two, sweet Eunice,” I moaned. “Then sit on my face and disgorge my hot piss into my mouth and shower me with my sweet urine.”
Prostrating myself on the toweled floor at the foot of the sofa, Eunice knelt over my face in a 69 position readying herself for that moment of release, simultaneously sucking my hard cock as it presented itself to her hot mouth. And there was more. At the moment of release, Eunice’s son, Dan, appeared from a recess of the bedroom, naked, hard, passionate. Everything happened at once. The hot urine poured from Eunice’s engorged cunt into my mouth, onto my face as Dan savored the hot piss as it expelled itself onto my passion filled body, taking care to enjoy the acrid sweetness of the urine as it bathed my lusting body. Dan’s mouth and tongue enveloped his mother’s hot piss-saturated cunt, searching out the sweet crevices of her cunt and her asshole as it presented itself to Dan’s loving mouth.
“Jesus, god,” he cried as he entered the fray, his cock throbbing uncontrollably, seeking the outlet Eunice desired. His cock sought out the only orifice available, Eunice’s hot and inviting asshole.
“Take it baby. Take it. It’s all yours,” he cried, as his hot sperm filled his mother with the love juices of his cock.
Our three bodies united in love, now separated, as Dan continued his attentions with his mouth and tongue, sucking Eunice’s and my body of the golden urine that soaked us both.
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